#sixhqstart

           ❛     — -    you  know,     ❜     bea  began,  much  faster  than  ANYONE  could’ve  anticipated.       ❛      i  recently  went  through  my  mentions  and  someone  told  me  they  wanted  me  to  shove  my  drumstick  up   their...  well,  you  know.  and,  honestly,  i  didn’t  know  how  to  respond  so  i  replied  with  a  puppy  dog  eye  emoji  and  a  peace  sign.  what  impression  do  you  think  that  gives  off   ?     ❜     the  question  came  off  so  casually  even  if  the  content  of  what  it  was  deserved  to  be  labeled  under  not  safe  for  work. 

          stepping  into  the  store  the  day  a  new  shipment  from  louis  vuitton  came  in  was  a  surefire  way  to  catch  imogen  .  her  shopping  habit  wasn’t  going  away  any  time  soon  ,  as  evidenced  by  the  large  bags  labeled  dior  ,  fendi  ,  and  chanel  that  hung  haphazardly  from  her  arms  .  eyes  were  zeroed  in  on  one  particular  handbag  .  that  pastel  leather  tote  just  had  to  be  hers  ...  the  only  problem  was  she  had  no  way  of  reaching  the  display  ,  stacked  too  high  for  her  to  reach  ,  especially  with  the  weight  of  her  shopping  bags  .  bottom  lip  juts  out  in  a  pout  when  she  realizes  it’s  impossible  ,  ready  to  go  off  on  a  melodramatic  ,  ‘  woe  is  me  ’  rant  when  she  catches  movement  to  the  side  of  her  ,  not  pausing  to  consider  who  it  is  she’s  speaking  to  before  she’s  starting  ,  “  darling  !  would  you  be  an  absolute  doll  and  retrieve  that  bag  for  me  ?  ”  she  asks  ,  pointing  up  towards  it  ,  eyelashes  batting   “  i  tried  ,  but  i’m  not  tall  enough  !  pretty  please  .  ”

❛you know I’d rather be swimming naked, it’s too damn hot❜ she says laughing. luciana has a wild heart, she knows her body and is not afraid to show it. bodies should be seen as pieces of art, sculptures if anything and her body was a damn good example. lu takes a sip from her drink, maybe she’s a little tipsy by now but they were supposted to be enjoying the day.  ❛I don’t know how many of these I can drink, but I could use another one, also you look good today ❜ she’s talking nonesense, babbling if you need a name to whatever she’s doing.  

annoyance writes itself on her face as the other woman pulls back at the intrusion, the atmosphere shifting almost immediately and it results in the reeling vixen raising a brow in the new party’s direction. “ is it so hard to KNOCK ? ” she poses, her cold, inquisitive expression soon allowing a cheeky smirk to appear as last night’s lover is quick to dress and bid adieu. trust her to still take pleasure in this SOMEHOW. she’s slow in her movements to pick up her dress nearby, taking pause before slipping it back on her partially-clothed body. “ it’s a little late for privacy, but you’re more than welcome to turn away if you must. didn’t think i’d have to worry about being interrupted HERE of all fucking places. ” yet here they are.

          nolan’s been here at this bar for god knows how long, taking minuscule sips of some ipa he’d gotten when he first arrived. he almost feels bad for the woman that’d sat down across from him, either of her own desires or encouraged by his so-called wingman who disappeared into the bathroom almost fifteen minutes ago. she’s pretty enough —anna, he thinks— probably not looking for more than just a hookup, not that he would be all that more interested even if she was looking for more ; no, this absolute fail of a conversation is definitely on him, but he can’t find it in himself to offer more than a weak, apologetic smile when she finally calls it quits and stands. she still leaves her number scrawled out on a napkin, the inky blue numbers subsequently running as condensation from his glass soaks into it. dark eyes wander the bar once again ( bars are ripe for observation ), gaze accidentally meeting someone else’s. he looks away, huffs out a sigh,     “ — i don’t need a lecture. ”